Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.